A soft chime bounced around the quaint little Las Pegasus cafe, whose calm atmosphere contrasted the rest of the vice-ridden city. There weren't many ponies, and thus it was practically silent save for the cheerful mumbling from the short, orange-maned barista behind the counter. She hummed a low tune, bouncing around and preparing drinks - many of which seemed very complex, extravagant, and...expensive.
Withania trotted past the ringing door, eyes darting up to the menu above. Prices weren't listed, just the names of products...which was a bit worrying. The plant pony brustled a soft, green hoof through her bushy, reddish-brown mane as she pondered the menu. A lot of the ingredients - listed in place of price - sounded foreign and on the fancier side. One in particular sounded ridiculous - a pumpkin latte with all sorts of posh-sounding ingredients thrown in. Part of her wanted to outright reject this, but...
Soon enough Withania found herself at the counter. She gave the barista a smile, and very simply ordered without even thinking of the price. It sounded too good to pass up, despite her very prominent outwards disliking of most things posh and fancy. She'd only hesitated slightly before dishing out her request.
"I'll take...the number 19 please!" As Withania concluded her sentence, the mare in front of her began to whiz around behind the counter, working on the drink. It seemed very...involved. Very much so.
"While your drink's preparing, miss..." Pumpkin gave a small, somewhat unnoticeable smirk, leaning on the counter so her snout was close to Withania's. "Chat? Or you want a cake or somethin?"
The barista's hooves shifted under the counter, noisily grabbing a plate and drawing it out of its refrigerated hiding place, a very tasty scent beginning to fill the air inside the quaint little building. Some heads turned out of curiosity.
Withania raised a hoof, about to decline, but something about the smell...was it carrot cake? It sure smelled like it. Though this was the most intensely flavourful scent of a carrot cake she might recall. It was nearly intoxicating, to the point she did a low sigh, thinking of the amount she'd be spending tonight, and resigned her hoof.
"I'll take that! That one." Pumpkin giggled a little, shoving the plate in front of her customer as well as a set of cutlery. She sat down, watching the machine nearby take its sweet time to prep some sort of ingredient, unseen to Withania.
"Enjoy! This drink takes a while to make, so...well, yeah. Just eat." Pumpkin's short-cut orange mane bounced with her sudden standing, slipping around to seat her chubby rump next to Withania's.
Withania nibbled on her delicious cake, eyes floating over to Pumpkin as she sipped slowly on a steaming coffee, one that seemed quite hot. With the beige-ish mare's eyes shut as her sock-laden hooves lifted the cup to her lips, she looked quite cute. Hot in her own right.
"Good coffee always does the mind good." Pumpkin gave a relaxed, deep sigh, turning her head to gaze at Withania. For whatever reason, the plant mare had a clear crimson blush, plainly visible on her soft, green face.
Withania spoke, but her words were drowned out by the loud clamour of one of Pumpkin's machines. The noise sizzled out as quickly as it had begun, and soon a large, glass mug of hot beverage was levitated over in front of Withania. Pumpkin gave her a warm smile, almost a teasing look to her as she leaned gently into the other mare. "Enjoy."
Withania thanked her, and having forgotten by now about payment, went right to downing the drink. It was pure, delicious flavour, rocking her taste buds. Pumpkin, sugar, even a spicy flair, along with many other foreign-yet-decadently-delicious flavours presented themselves. "This is delicious!" She exclaimed.
She leaned into Pumpkin as well, returning the warm gesture. A thought zapped into her mind about how much this thing would cost, but it was only temporary. Withania did notice some of the regulars who were seated nearby stealing constant glances and giggles in her direction, though, which began to perk up more curiousity within.
"Seems everyone's looking at you." She spoke quickly before taking another gulp of her addicting drink, glancing over to the customers.
"Me? Nah..." Pumpkin snickered a bit, poking Withania in the middle with a gentle tap. "They're lookin' at you."
Before the plant pony could even mouth a syllable of the inevitable question, one of the mares sitting nearby answered her. "Check the price. Might find the answer you're looking for." The pony tossed her a paper with the list of all prices.
Withania sipped the caffeinated drink some more while her eyes dabbled around the list till she found what she'd ordered. Her eyes shot open, nearly doing a spit take as alarm bells went off. The price was...more extravagant than she could've imagined. Almost purposely overpriced. No, definitely.
Pumpkin giggled, shoving her chubby form further onto Withania, nearly pushing her down. "What? Too much? Can't afford it...? Well...that's...perfect!" She exclaimed, bouncing up from her chair. She gently shifted the other's chair to face towards herself.
Withania looked up at the barista over her cup. The beverage vanished quickly, sips getting bigger and longer. It was a rather cute image, accented by the crimson blush staining her soft face. "I assume there's another way to...pay for this, then? Labour perhaps?"
The orange-maned mare scoffed, rolling her eyes. She grabbed the empty cup from Withania and set it down nearby, pulling the mare close to her. She breathed warmly and teasingly on her ear, muttering gently within. "Nope. Something more...fun."
She didn't give Withania much room to reply. Her maw gently creaked open above the mare's head, letting little bits of saliva drip down. Other customers began to watch, some of the regulars knowing exactly how this always played out. It wasn't exactly uncommon with Pumpkin's excessive prices. It was an expected ritual, occurring at least once a day.
"Say hi to the belly!" Pumpkin gave a light giggle, hooves suddenly dunking Withania's head right into her waiting mouth.
Her tongue lapped all over, coating Withania in warm, sticky saliva while the warmth of the maw - heated by the hot beverage Pumpkin had downed - intensified her blush and lulled her into relaxation. It was quite inviting, after all. Withania would reincarnate anyways, so why not have some fun with this cute barista?
Withania wasn't even aware of the customers' stares - impossible with where her head laid - until some mare nearby spoke up with a giggle, "Cutie today! She'd look great on those hips of yours..."
Hearing that nearly painted Withania's entire face in a very bright, very flustered blush. Flustered was the perfect word to describe how she was feeling. Not only was she being eaten, but others saw it? To boot, they were commenting on it - sometimes audible to her, sometimes mumbles - as it happened?
That was...
Well, despite not necessarily wanting such exposure, it seemed very hot and alluring to her. She could practically feel the stares on her, watching as her head and shoulders were tugged deep down into the tight depths of Pumpkin's throat. The gulps and swallows were loud, the wet muscle squeezing her all over while that playful tongue teased at the sensitive spot between the belly and the marehood. Withania shivered as another customer even trotted over, pushing on her rump once to jolt her further downwards.
This whole situation began to feel heavenly. Her entire rump slid deep inside with a hard swallow, shoving her head into the comparably spacious stomach. Neck and shoulders quickly followed, as did her front legs. Withania squeaked from the quick teases via the tongue to her rump, sending a pleasured chill up her spine. There were two, in fact - both from Pumpkin and from the unknown customer, teasing the blushing plant mare through the last bit of her downwards journey.
Pumpkin's beige hooves pressed firmly down onto her stomach, caressing and massaging the pony within her swelled-out belly. "That...was really cute! You taste pretty good too, and you'll look great on the ol' hips..."
The unicorn chuckled, laying down atop her counter, on her side. "Oh, don't worry, it's a given you'd reform." She went to assure the earth pony, though it wasn't needed. Withania knew she'd be back quite soon, as she had a rather unique ability on digestion, which the barista and her patrons would soon see.
The stomach was warm and snug, yet comfortably so. The digestive fluids filled in quickly, and gave no pain whatsoever. It was a pleasant, tingly sensation not unlike sexual pleasure. This feeling quickly spread through Withania, seducing a light purr out of her.
Stomach walls clenched down, massaging gently and beginning the melting process. Heat intensified as it began overtaking Withania while her body softened, being churned down softly and smoothly. With Pumpkin's hooves relaxing her with firm presses and squeezes to the big belly, it was an assuredly heavenly feeling that plagued Withania for many minutes to come. Absurdly divine, it was.
As were the majority of outings that ended this way, stewing away to add to a cutie's hips, then coming back and (maybe?) repeating it all over again. The perks of natural reformation were abundant, and all too easy to abuse for one's own fun. Withania certainly used this gift her fair share of times, including now.
Pumpkin must've been hungry, because her stomach wasn't exactly acting slowly. Withania's body was getting softer by the moment, eyelids fluttering as a pleasant tiredness attempted to take over. She couldn't even hear Pumpkin's little teases anymore - it was all a blurred mumble to the plant pony now.
Suddenly and jarringly the gut shook, flopping its meal around within. The unicorn predator had begun walking about, seemingly to somewhere else in the café. The shakes got more vibrant, the slight momentary pauses in the stomach noises allowing Withania to hear what was going on outside.
Pumpkin gave a soft little moan, her and her marefriend having soft sex off in the corner, rubbing between each other's leg's softly yet lustfully. All the while the gurgling sounds erupted, the belly squished tight between the mares. Withania could hear the wetness, almost feel even more stares headed in her direction by now...
Bliss. Bliss was the only word that came to her mind, but then again - she could hardly think by now. The belly's actions only intensified as it got squished and squeezed between two pudgy ponies, helped also by their shakes and wiggles as they made love. It was a rather adorable scene, both from the internal and external perspectives.
There was a small pause in the kissing for Pumpkin to pull away, getting really close to her belly to assure Withania would hear. "Almost there...see you later, little veggie." Her marefriend chuckled at the joke and tease.
Withania couldn't do much to reply except give some small squirms, a good chunk of her being melted into a pool already. A low purr arose as well, eyelids almost fully shut. The belly walls squeezed down even tighter, massaging every remaining inch that remained of the pony within. She even gave a soft little squirt as the intensifying pleasure suddenly burst out, creating a long lasting feeling within her. Her moan was audible, even above the loving murmurs from the mares outside and the giggles from other customers watching the whole show.
Four hooves then pressed softly on the quieting belly, as the amazingly rapid digestion came to its close. Withania gave one last loving wiggle, then settling down as her eyes fully shut. The 'lights' went out for her, but only temporarily...
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Withania's eyes slowly fluttered open, taking her bearings. She was atop a counter in that same café...inside a plant pot. Pumpkin walked over, chuckling and helping the mare out of the tight space. "Had fun, I hope..." She smirked.
The flustered plant could hardly reply with a "y-yeah..." before a hoof gently smushed her face into the unicorn's notably chubbier gut.
"Thought you might wanna see...what you did." Pumpkin snickered. She held this pose for a few moments, before letting Withania go, settling behind the counter.
"Something to drink, planty?"
